Thursday, April 17, 2014

Computer Specks

Seven years ago I left my eye doctor. He is a very nice guy that takes time with
you. While he is in the room with you ,
you are his complete focus. Focus? Get it?
Yuk, yuk. Today we returned to
him. I'll call him Bruiser because that
is what my late friend Sam nicknamed him
years ago.

Bruiser's nurses gave me several types of tests. One of the test was a depth perception test.. I was
to sit with my hand on a joy-stick and press the button every time I saw a
light go on and off. I have problem with
the depth perception test because I may see a light click on and off but because I am personally a delayed action kind of person, so I doubt
if the test one a good reading if I saw the lights blink on and off or
not. Also doing the test at times test
would go "BEEP BEEP! several times
When we were changing eyes the nurse asked me if I heard the beep beep,
I said I did. She asked me did I know
why it was beeping. I said, "It was
fussing at me?" She confirmed,
saying my eye was supposed to be focused
on one thing, and when it wandered is when it beeped. I thought,
"Damn, that was my ADD, so?"

Bruiser and his nurse both asked me what trouble I was
having and I said it is hard for me to read the computer. I have to take off my glasses to read the
font on the computer. Bruiser said I
am near sighted and the glasses are set to make me far sighted. So, either with the glasses on or off it is
not adjusted right. So, he gave me a prescription
for computer reading only. Years ago I would have said, "Computer glasses? Are you
bullshitting me?"

Wait! I am not
through talking about my day. At the Hoboken
Cafe' on Whitlock Avenue we sat at the first booth. I could look out the window onto Whitlock
Avenue. Across the street I saw the
retail Goodyear Store. I felt a shudder
go through me.

Maybe twenty to thirty years ago, an employee from there killed his wife, one or two of his
kids and wounded one that survived - he ran from him. They lived at apartments on Powder Springs
Street across the street from Gramling Street.

I remember when that dominated the news. I couldn't not imagine anybody taking their own off-springs and
spouses lives, no matter how bad things have become. You never know what is going on in someone's
head. Terrible.